I have spent a productive day today tidying up (not toadying up!) my Amazon author pages.
I’m thoroughly sick of the dreadful author photo, in which I appear to be sighting down a pistol and am in fact squinting at a small cheap digital camera held at arms’ length. Regrettably I have burned most of my skin off after an unfortunate interlude with some cheap colloidal silver cream to deal with a rash I often get on my nose when I wear the glasses I need to read by (I know, I know, vanity…) so I refuse to appear on any kind of film until my horrible red peeling skin retains its customary elegant pallor.
I’m also heartily sick of describing myself as food historian and mad cat lady, although I am both and it was funny to start off with.
I wonder if anyone will notice if I replace my photo with that of Elizabeth Cromwell – occupation: Lady Protectress and She Who Must Be Obeyed.
Anyway – here they are for your edification and amusement:
PS do feel free to pass unhelpful remarks. It’s ever so lonely here in 164*thinks about it*5, now….